Oasis: Supersonic Page #10

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...as rock stars always are.

"My nerves are exhausted."

Or "My exhaustion is f***ing

getting me nervous," I don't know.

I never had it myself. It's a funny thing.

Maybe he smoked too much weed.

Maybe he just needed a breather,

you know what I mean?

We weren't the kind of band that was like,

"Oh, poor Guigs," or "Poor Liam."

It was like, "F*** that c*nt!

We've got sh*t to do, man."

We went for Scott MacLeod

from a little band that we'd played with

in the past called The Ya Ya's.

What a great job he got, didn't he?

"Do you fancy being bass player in Oasis?"

"F***ing yes!"

I don't know how long it was before we

got on the plane to go to the States,

but even that was chaos.

We were on the way to New York

to do David Letterman.

Maggie, our tour manager,

God bless that woman,

we put her through absolute f***ing hell,

she came in kind of half-laughing, going,

"You're not going to guess

what's just happened.

"Scott's just told me

he wants to, like, quit."

And I remember going to the back lounge

and saying to him,

"Mate, what? What? What?"

And he said these words,

"I'm just missing my bird."

You know, there's people who are cut

out for it and there's people that ain't.

He might have just gone

"You know what, this is not for me."

It's either that or his bird must have

been fit as f***, you know what I mean?

I always take things like that.

I would always laugh my way through it

and think, even you know,

as you're driving into America

to do David Letterman,

and the bass player that's standing in

for the bass player

who's got nervous exhaustion, is saying,

"I can't handle it any more."

You're laughing, going,

"We must be the biggest bunch

of c*nts in the world,

"because our mate is f***ing

sat at home watching the cricket,

"he don't want to be in a band with us.

"This f***ing clown here,

who's on the dole in England,

"he don't want to be either! What?

"I mean, are we like the biggest

three c*nts in the world?"

It didn't deter us.

We got to New York. Bonehead got up.

"You're playing bass

and we do it as a four-piece."

Our next guests are the most popular

rock 'n roll band in Britain today.

Can you guys prove it, seriously?

How would we know? Are you really?

Okay, I'll take your word for it,

all right, okay, I believe you.

I'm going to believe you this time,

but if there's trouble later

with the equipment missing...

All right, just relax.

# Need a little time to wake up

# Need a little time to wake up, wake up

# Need a little time to wake up

# Need a little time to rest your mind

# You know you should

so I guess that you might as well

# What's the story, morning glory?

# Well? #

Being in the best band

and the most important band

of your generation

shouldn't be a walk in the park,

you know what I mean?

We come back to England,

we got these gigs coming up,

they're sold out.

They're going to be monumental.

We didn't have a bass player.

Radio One...

The biggest ever indoor gig in Britain

will rock the capital tomorrow night

as Oasis roll into London.

They'll play two blistering sets

over the weekend at Earls Court

in front of nearly 40,000 fans.

- Hey, Noel?

- Hello.

Rumours of a split, or what?

A banana split, yeah.

Yeah, where's the rest of

the band tonight then?

Who cares?

Marcus was saying

"We'll just cancel everything,"

to a chorus of,

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What the f***?

"That's not how we run sh*t."

If my f***ing mum has got to play bass,

that gig is happening.

I think we gave Guigs first refusal, and said,

"Are you going to do this gig, or what?"

I remember just getting a message like,

"Guigsy is going to come back

and do the gig."

Hallelujah!

But then there was a part of me thinking,

"Oh, God, is he going

to come on and just collapse?"

It was pretty hairy.

We were never fussed about it, it was like,

"Have a nice f***ing rest, did you,

you lazy f***er?

"I didn't even know you'd f***ing gone!

"What, you had a f***ing breakdown?

F***, when did that happen?"

Look, Oasis wasn't for wimps,

so I was glad Guigs came back.

You know what I mean,

he was part of the band,

but the show must go on.

Are we going to have it away in

here tonight, or what? Come on!

# I don't know what it is

that makes me feel alive

# I don't know how to wake

the things that sleep inside

# I only want to see the light

that shines behind your eyes

# There are many things

that I would like to know

# And there are many places that I wish to go

# But everything's depending

on the way the wind may blow

# Because we need each other

# We believe in one another

# And I know we're going to uncover

# What's sleeping in our soul...

There were days when you were in the zone,

you know what I mean,

where you could just stand

perfectly f***ing still

while there's all this chaos

going on around you

and all these kids are just f***ing

leaping about

and the sound's like pumping, roaring.

I'd just be stood completely f***ing still

like a boxer just thinking,

"This is the best feeling in the world."

Pure control.

Not feeling the need to join the madness.

Just absolute f***ing still.

# Because we need

# Because we believe #

Cheers.

Liam Gallagher, Sunday,

pre-f***ing the Liquid Room.

One word?

Sausages. What?

Liam was always cooler than me, I think.

He had a better walk

and clothes looked better on him

and he was taller,

and he had a better haircut.

And he was funnier.

Liam clearly would have liked

to have had my talent as a songwriter.

And there's not a day goes by

when I don't wish

I could rock a parka like that man.

I know Noel thinks I'm doing okay.

We didn't need to pat each other

on the back and go, "Oh, you're great."

Me and him are like telepathic,

you know what I mean?

Kiss for the camera.

There was a period where

he was the greatest singer in the world,

added to that, the greatest front man,

added to that he was a f***ing

good-looking boy as well.

They were the magic years, you know.

The trick is keeping that sh*t going.

What's all that about Liam

walking off the stage or something?

What happened there?

He does it all the time, now. He does it...

It's part of the show?

Liam, Liam!

It never dawned on me to be a singer

until he started walking off stage

in the middle of gigs

and it's kind of like,

"Oh, f***ing hell," you know.

"We've got another 40 minutes left here,

someone had better do something."

I had problems, man, with my throat.

Just probably caning it too much.

F***ing screaming, shouting, I don't know.

Singing them songs the way I sing them

is like being in a boxing match.

It takes its wear and tear.

And, of course, what happened,

nine times out of ten,

was I'd take over.

But the more you'd finish the gigs,

the more it enabled him to do it,

and then he'd just do it

at the drop of a hat.

Just give us a minute, right?

I'm going to have

to sing for you, right, sorry.

I never ever could not be arsed

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